I hope You Liked It!!!
It's about me and my friends I fight with ( Like Everyone does with some friends admit it (: ..)
I do believe I know most of the best people in the world and you've all made my life livable.
My mind is full of secrets I'm too afraid to tell.
My body's full of longing for you to know me well.
It's so much more friendly with two.
Love and dignity cannot share the same abode.
How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.
A friend is someone who sees through you and still enjoys the view.
Friends are God's way of apologizing to us for our families.
People come in and out of our lives to teach us. And we teach other people. It's part of the process. They come in and they go out. Some stay for longer than others.
Love is made in heaven and consummated on earth.
I've loved you all my life, even before we met; even when it was just the promise of you. You've kept your promise. How could you lose me?
Promise you won't forget me, because if I thought you would, I'd never leave.
The only way of knowing a person is to love them without hope.
The heart has its reasons which reason knows nothing of.
Love just makes you so damn optimistic.
Love demands all, and has a right to all.
There are people who take the heart out of you, and there are people who put it back.
Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket of your selfishness. But in that casket - safe, dark, motionless, airless - it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetratable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable.
The heart is the most resilient muscle. It is also the stupidest.
Friendship is a miracle by which a person consents to view from a certain distance, without coming any nearer, the very being who is as necessary to him as food.
Sometimes our light goes out but is blown again into flame by an encounter with another human being. Each of us owes the deepest thanks to those who have rekindled this inner light.
If I never knew you, I'd be safe, but half as real.
Love is not enough. It must be the foundation, the cornerstone - but not the whole structure. It is too pliable, too yielding.
We keep passing unseen through little moments of other people's lives.
I no doubt deserved my enemies, but I don't believe I deserved my friends.
Walt Whitman
Doubt that the stars are fire
Doubt that the sun doth move
Doubt truth to be a liar
But never doubt I love.
To others we are not ourselves but a performer in their lives cast for a part we do not even know that we are playing.
I guess when your heart gets broken, you sort of start to see cracks in everything. I'm convinced that tragedy wants to harden us, and our mission is never to let it.
Love just seems to make life not just livable, but a gallant, gallant event.
I could do without many things with no hardship - you are not one of them.
If you love large, you've got to hurt large. If you've got a lot of light, you've probably got an equal amount of darkness.
I'm off to find my world, my dreams,
Carve my niche, sew my seams,
Remember, as I sail my streams-
I'll love you all the way.
Love seeketh not itself to please,
Nor for itself hath any care,
But for another gives its ease,
And builds a Heaven in Hell's despair.
But love me for love's sake, that evermore
Thou may'st love on, through love's eternity.
I don't wish to be everything to everyone, but I would like to be something to someone.
No one needs love more than someone who doesn't deserve it.
Someone like you
makes the sun shine brighter.
Someone like you
makes a sigh half a smile.
Someone like you
makes my troubles much lighter.
Someone like you
make life seem worthwhile.
That's your job in this hard world, to keep your love alive and see that you get on, no matter what. Pull your act together and just go on.
Music I heard with you was more than music, and bread I broke with you was more than bread.
To fall in love is easy, even to remain in it is not difficult; our human loneliness is cause enough. But it is a hard quest worth making to find a comrad through whose steady presence one becomes steadily the person one desires to be.
...that was the first thing I had to learn about her, and maybe the hardest I've ever learned about anything - that she is her own, and what she gives me is of her choosing, and the more precious because of it. Sometimes a butterfly will come to sit in your open palm, but if you close your hand, one way or the other, it - and its choice to be there - are gone.
~Kennedy~
Hands are so tired!!!
